The depth of the sea is unknown, and I don't know how many thousands of miles it is.

In the turquoise sea water, sparkling, the deeper you go, the more difficult it is for the light from the outside world to enter, the light blue becomes dark blue, gradually becomes a deep black, only a little sword light and a golden rainbow, like a bright light in the dark night, breaking through the infinite sea water, straight to the bottom of the sea.

Along the way, there are no swimming fish, no seaweed, only the stars and bubbles brought up by the waves, which keep rising, and in addition, there is no vitality at all, and the whole sea is as deep as a netherworld.

The more I dived, the more intense the feeling of suffocation became, as if the weight of the immeasurable sea was pressed on a person's shoulders, not only the body, but also a heart, as if it was also slowly sinking in this boundless silence, and the speed gradually slowed down.

Fortunately, at this time, a deep black, like a huge scar, slashed through the mud and sand at the bottom of the sea, and suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Fan.

The trench is a deep and bottomless trench, as if it has fallen straight into the netherworld.

In the trench, countless undercurrents surge, bringing up whirlpools, as if even the sea water passing through it will be carried into the infinite abyss.

The rich, night-like darkness flowed slowly in the trench, and a little light loomed in it, like a bright star in the infinite night, directly through the infinite sea water, piercing into Zhang Fan's eyes.

"It's here!"

As soon as Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that the ancient sword not far in front of him suddenly trembled, and the immeasurable sword qi exploded, and a large amount of seawater broke through, almost expelling a huge vacuum from the bottom of the sea.

Immediately, the ancient sword brought up a white wave, and without hesitation, he turned around and went straight into the trench, and then the brilliance flashed, and he disappeared.

At the same time, a sound that seemed to echo came from the depths of the trench, vaguely in the ears, and Zhang Fan's expression was suddenly moved.

"Sure enough!"

A flash of joy flashed between his eyebrows, Zhang Fan no longer stayed, his aura exploded violently, and the golden rainbow of the protective body burst through countless sea waters, followed by the white wave marks that gradually disappeared, and disappeared into the darkness.

That ancient sword, after all, is the natal sword of the sword cultivation clone, even if he can't see its trace, Zhang Fan still according to the feeling of the doppelganger, in the trench where he can't see his five fingers, a few choices, and broke into an inconspicuous hole.

"Boom~"

Silently, as soon as he entered, his eyes suddenly brightened, and countless rays of light pierced into his eyes, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, and after a while, he got used to it.

Slowly opened his eyes, and looked around, Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, and the divine light was shining, even in the cave that was as bright as day, it was still clearly visible.

"Sword!"

What appeared in front of him was an ancient bronze sword.

This sword is only three feet long, obliquely inserted on the ground, the whole body into the color of the underworld, like a deep black flow, on which there are faint fluctuations, with water flowing on all sides, and the spirit surname is self-revealed.

Around this sword, the ancient sword of the sword cultivation clone turned into a sword light, rotating around it, and the sound of trembling in it seemed to be excited.

This ancient sword was the master of the sword soul back then, with the fragments of the central Wuji Qilin Sword as the main body, fused with the essence of the sword domain, although it no longer has the style of the Wufang Divine Sword, but it still carries some spiritual surnames of the Central Wuji Qilin Sword.

The situation in front of him is the revelation of this spiritual surname.

"The seal on this side of Shizhong Mountain now is the divine power that the rivers and mountains outside the fog have manifested based on the Water Absolute Sword. ”

When the words of the Huangshi Daoist were still in his ears, the water sword in his mouth, the god of Gongsun Yuan outside the fog, must be referring to this sword.

But what kind of water sword is this, it is clearly the Northern Nonqi Xuanwu Sword, the Xuanwu Sword that guards the north in the Five Directions Divine Sword!

Zhang Fan would recognize its identity at a glance, except for the strange reaction of the sword cultivation clone Gu Sword, it was the abnormal appearance that manifested around the Northern Nonqi Xuanwu Sword.

Around the Xuanwu Sword, the Xuanming Torrent surged, setting off the sword body like a lotus out of the water, obviously under the immeasurable sea water, in the deep trench, but not a drop of water, and at the same time of not dripping water, on the body of the sword, the moist water wave halo continued to appear, every change, it caused the torrent to surge.

Above the sword body, the thick mist was covered by clouds and mist, and under the influence of the Northern Nonqi Xuanwu Sword, these mist unconsciously condensed into the appearance of a divine beast.

In the clouds and mist, a giant turtle is condensed, roaring in the sky, the lines of water waves loom on all sides, and a snake is overlaid, entangled and connected, the cold light in the eyes flickered, and the touch was cold.

"Northern Xuanwu!"

At first sight, a thunderous name emerged from Zhang Fan's heart.

Xuanwu, that is, the turtle and snake, is the turtle and the snake, located in the north, so about Xuan, wearing scale armor, is a martial art.

Northern Xuanwu, one of the four spirits, Taiyin incarnation, void and dangerous surface, turtle and snake table shape, wandering in the nine places, dominating all spirits, is the god who guards the north, and is also the chief of the ancient insects.

Such a famous divine beast, how could Zhang Fan not know it.

Just like when I saw the fragment of the central Wuji Qilin sword, this virtual image of Xuanwu also appeared on the body of the Xuanwu sword, and the invisible power broke out, and the sea water was dyed on all sides.

This northern non-decant dark water is also an extremely rare kind of innate water, the main winter's evil, the main cold, if it is urged by supernatural powers, it can be frozen with ** with the divine soul, it is really powerful.

"No wonder the gods of the rivers and mountains outside the fog can guard this purple fire domain for tens of thousands of years, and it is not for no reason!"

At this time, Zhang Fan was suddenly surprised.

When he first heard about this, he had doubts in his heart, no matter how strong the country outside the fog was, that is, a god-transforming monk, how could he use the world formed by relying on things to forcibly seal this place for tens of thousands of years, and now when he saw this Northern Xuanwu Sword, everything had an answer.

The five-sided divine sword is the spiritual creature of the incarnation of heaven and earth, which is in the shape of a sword, and has no ability to attack and defend.

Just like the ancient sword cultivators, they worked hard to find the five-sided divine sword, and they didn't know how many people they killed before they succeeded, but they never used it against the enemy, but arranged it into a five-way sword formation, with it to guard the last fundamental sword domain.

Gongsun Yuan of the Fog Outside the Fog didn't know where he got this treasure, his choice was no different from that of the ancient sword cultivators, he did not fight against the enemy, but used it as a god to rely on, and turned out of this world.

After thinking about all this, Zhang Fan's eyes gradually lit up.

With a thought in his heart, he first took out a jade bottle and gathered up the Xuanying black water that surrounded the Xuanwu Sword in the North.

These Northern Xuanshen Black Water, even if there is such a treasure as the Xuanwu Sword, it will not be able to condense after tens of thousands of years, although it has no function now, it is also an extremely rare treasure of heaven and earth, how can it be wasted.

After several seals were placed away in a row, Zhang Fan's gaze moved to the Xuanwu Sword of the Northern Nong, which had lost the protection of the Xuanming Black Water and was completely exposed in front of him.

On the sword body, the black waves became more and more intense, as if he had a spirit surname, and he could feel Zhang Fan's existence.

At this moment, in the cave, there was a sudden burst of light, and the blazing red light competed with the Xuan Ming Qi, but it was the Nine Flame Dragon Ball that suddenly emerged.

"Strange!

The voice of the ascetic man sounded, stirring up the sea on all sides, and there were ripples.

"Huh, what's so strange about it?"

Zhang Fan hadn't calmed down from the joy of suddenly getting the Northern Xuanwu Sword, and he couldn't help but doubt when he heard the words.

"Sword Spirit!"

The bitter Taoist shook it with hatred, if it weren't for the fact that the Nine Flame Dragon Ball had already been refined by Zhang Fan to the point of heart-to-heart connection, he would have been eager to smash it on Zhang Fan's head.

"Yes, yes!"

Zhang Fan nodded, and as soon as the bitter Taoist reminded him, he reacted.

Different from the central Wuji Qilin Sword, this Xuanwu Sword, although intact and with all the spirit surnames, is the only one missing the sword spirit.

But it couldn't have been better for him.

The sword spirit of the central Wuji Qilin Sword, the master of the sword soul, what a terrifying existence! It is the sword spirit, which is equivalent to a doppelganger sword spirit, that is, a strong man who is faintly above Zhang Fan's strength, and even more like the master of its ontology sword soul, if it is not for the purpose of guarding the central sword domain from destruction, he is afraid that he can crush Zhang Fan and Jian Er to death together with a finger.

The Northern Nonqi Xuanwu Sword in front of him, if there was a sword spirit, and half of the magic power of the Lord of the Sword Soul, Zhang Fan had to retreat, and he didn't dare to fight its idea.

Fortunately, not now!

Zhang Fan's palm gradually stretched out, tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, and in an instant, the aura of the Xuan Ming erupted, and the sea water on all sides was frozen, and the terrifying cold air was still overflowing, if it looked like it was from the outside world, it was a huge sea trench, and it turned into an ice ditch!

"Horror, horror!"

Zhang Fan shuddered, looking at the Xuan Bing all over his sight, he couldn't help but feel a stirring spirit in his heart, fortunately, the Xuanwu Sword in the North did not have the ability to hurt people, otherwise this terrifying Xuanbing Divine Power alone would be enough to kill all the immortal cultivators below the Yuan Infant level.

Fortunately, it is inevitable that it is a pity that if this sword is a killing weapon, its power is not as good as the natal magic weapon that he has not yet refined.

He shook his head slightly, threw away the idea of lack of greed, tightened his hand, and was about to pull out the Xuanwu sword, but as if he suddenly remembered something, he froze suddenly.

"Haha, boy, it seems that you haven't let this divine sword get carried away, not bad!"

The voice of the ascetic man was full of banter.

"Just a little bit. ”

Zhang Fan smiled bitterly, slowly let go of the hilt of the sword he was holding, and finally understood the reason why the bitter Taoist candidate came out at this time, thinking that he was afraid that he would do something stupid, that is, he did not wake up in time, and the bitter Taoist would definitely remind him.

"What to rely on!"

"It's not that easy to get you!"

(To be continued)